I really thought that I was getting over certain things, but a recent conversation showed me how wrong I was. I was offered a shoulder and an ear andI refused because I couldn't cope. And, I can't even bring myself to regret not 'opening up.'
I think a part of me still thinks that if I don't talk about or just allude to the parts that I'm allright handling, it won't be real...that those things didn't happen. Or, if they did, that they didn't happen to me and my family. I really want to be able to move on. I never thought it'd be so hard.